He may be clearing you out for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
Guest House
Written by Rumi

This being human is a guest house
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still treat each guest honorably.

This poem is one of my new all-time favorites! I have recently been spending a lot of time looking at myself and finding solutions to problems I have created for myself, emotionally, and trying to better myself to walk the walk as a participant in this beautiful world. I just noticed recently, however, a result of starting this self-awareness process; I subconsciously developed this really ridiculous habit of trying to ignore all of my “nasty human feelings.” The very fact that I just called them “nasty” is evidence of the fact that I’m trying to give them less meaning in order to be able to ignore them.

I realized, however, that it all pertains to that need to beat myself up over insecurities rather than choosing to address them head on. It seems almost as though I do this because I feel like I can’t love or accept myself as being a flawed human. The really silly thing about suppressing those emotions, rather than facing them, is that when I do that, I am not increasing my opportunity to grow from the experience. Instead, what ends up happening is that I am increasing the issue by trying to suppress it, thus prolonging the response to learning from the experience.

To further explain, when I know this suppressed emotion (whatever it is at the time) is inside me and I refuse to have compassion for my own human struggle, I am only adding to the problem. After thinking about it, I feel it is so much more effort to hide than simply recognize and make the choice to put in the effort to move on.

When I was thinking about all of this, I realized that it’s like I get some sort of strange satisfaction out of the “punishment” of feeling bad about having an emotion and/or reaction to something which results to avoiding the issues. Almost seems as if, somehow, if I punish myself by suppressing the emotion, it will let me off the hook from feeling it.

The really amazing thing that Rumi said in this poem is that we should be “grateful for each feeling because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.” I really believe that this is true! Interestingly, if I really look at all the anger and malice that I feel, it all stems from fear, and when I think about what fear originates from, it is a reaction to a prediction of what may happen.

The only way to squelch this fear is to find out what that unknown is. So, when I do get angry or envious or suppressive, I will now choose to look at them as a gift I am giving myself to see what I am afraid of so I can move through that fear.

After having learned that, I am so over living my life based on fear, which is based on a perceived future and not reality at all! I love this poem so much because essentially all the author is saying is that we should look for these human qualities within ourselves and rather than punish ourselves or try and ignore ourselves, we should hug ourselves and offer us a nice cup of tea.

If I don’t hold myself accountable for ending the war on me, how can I hold the world accountable for doing anything even remotely similar? What an amazing concept… I wonder if that’s what Gandhi meant?

Have a beautiful week, my fellow humans!
Ciao
Allison

Add yours Comments – 159

  • Sergio Luiz Vieira de Almeida

    on August 15, 2007 at 6:17 pm

    Hi, Alli.. my english is no very godd, but like to say I love to work in Smallville ..kisses by

  • anderson nunes

    on August 16, 2007 at 3:01 am

    ola allison , sou do brasil.. gosto muito do smallv. muito 10 masmo. parabéns , vc tem orkut ?. me addicione lá

    anpnunes

    abrasos . fique com Deus ate mais

    anp nunes

  • Leopoldo

    on August 27, 2007 at 6:37 am

    hi!!!!
    I’d like to know the adress of Allison’s blog. If someone can give me it, this is my w-mail l-cerval@hotmail.com

    I want Allison to know that I’m in love with her.

    Kisses, Leopoldo

  • Leopoldo

    on August 28, 2007 at 11:41 am

    I wanna say i’m glad for having found this web site.
    I’d like to say and make a suggestion: it’d be cool if Allison was here, and she could chat with us. If it exists, where can I do it? This is my e-mail l-cerval@hotmail.com
    thank you for yo’ atention.
    Leopoldo

  • Enza Middleton

    on October 21, 2007 at 3:40 am

    Smallville the poem

    Everyone needs a hero
    But too Chloe, Clark means much more
    There’s more to Clark than you think
    A new villain behind every door

    Clark is meant too save the world
    That is his destiny
    It’s written in the stars
    What is meant to be

    Learning how to love
    Is very hard to do
    Love is just a word
    A meaning to people like me and you

    Running at the speed of sound
    Isn’t what you think
    Your just about too save
    A life that’s on the brink

    There’s days were you want to run and hide
    Everyone feels that way sometimes
    But your hero is right by your side

    Do you believe in a thing called a hero?
    I know it’s hard to do
    But your hero is out there
    Watching over you

    i hope you like my poem im going to enter it for writer of the year 2008 from enza x

  • Vanesa

    on October 27, 2007 at 10:17 am

    Hola Allison: Aun me pregunto como llegue aqui…y porque te estoy escribiendo.Me disculpo por no poder escribir en ingles.Quizas te puedan leer el mensaje. Veo que eres una persona que busca constantemente conocerse a si misma y te felicito.En este tiempo que trascurre es lo que todos debemos hacer. Creo que la lectura es uno de los medios por el cual el universo nos da infinitas posibilidades de reflexion.Alguna vez lei que “Cada palabra que se pronuncia es un decreto que se manifiesta en lo exterior.La palabra es el pensamiento hablado…” Te animo entonces a que sigas expresando lo que sientes porque muchas veces lo que escribes esta sirviendole a alguien, ayudandole de alguna manera. Hace muchos años me regalaron un libro que me gusta mucho, aqui te va algo pequeño:
    Del despertar al mundo interior
    Cuando hablo de ir a nosotros mismos,
    me refiero a ese espacio
    que se sitúa mas allá
    del cuerpo,
    de lo vital
    y de lo mental,
    ese espacio de conciencia pura
    donde todo es calmo y feliz………….El libro de llama EL ARTE DE SER UNO MISMO de Patrice Richard
    Me despido ahora, preguntandome otra vez porque te estoy escribiendo…quizas no deba preguntar nada…
    Desde Argentina mis mejores deseos!!!

  • APasserby

    on May 7, 2008 at 3:10 am

    I came across this blog when i was searching for info on smallville (I’am only a new fan of it) and I was amazed to see how much you respond to your fans. Maybe I’am wrong but I don’t think that other stars do that much for their fans!!! I’am really impressed. And also I’ve a question: why is this category named Gandhi? I was born on the same date as him this is why it has catched my attention more than anything else.

  • oliver

    on May 14, 2008 at 7:38 pm

    hola allison tambien me gusta escribir poemas solo que no tengop dinero para publicarlos y me gustaria saber si tu me puedes ayudar tengo 625 y las que me faltan bueno creoq ue eso es todo.

  • R Kappz

    on September 6, 2008 at 3:45 pm

    From distant star
    To this here bar
    The me, the you
    Where are we now?
    Hooray the blues
    Of everyone
    Allison

    Keeps a smile
    Around a while
    He took no fright
    And jettisoned
    We’ll go tonight
    To hear him tell
    “Oh well”
    Allison
    Allison

    And when the planet hit the sun
    I saw the face of Allison (whisper)
    Allison
    Allison
    Allison
    Allison

    This should be a longer song